The Life and Times of Hubert Brooks M.C. C.D. A Canadian Hero

Chapter 3: ESCAPE TO DANGER – Fighting with the POLISH UNDERGROUND ARMY – The A.K.

Section 3.11: Liberated by the Russians Early 1945 - Long Road Home

After the Russian patrol picked us up our travels began on a long and difficult route "home".

From Grabie to Myslenice to Bielsko to Nowy Sącz

We were received by the Russians without any enthusiasm and made to force march
with them toward the front line on the Oder River.

First we were compelled to march from Grabie to Myslenice, a distance of nearly thirty miles.

At Myslenice, we were handed over to NKVD officers attached to the Company Headquarters.

The same night, this Russian unit received orders to take up a position on the front line at Bielsko. Arriving at Bielsko, we
were turned over to NKVD officers of the Battalion Headquarters, who suspecting us as possible Germans, confined us to a
guarded building which already housed approximately twenty captured Germans. We swore that we were recently escaped POWs.

We spent approximately four days under Russian surveillance before our nationalities were confirmed by higher officials.
We were very badly fed, although the Russians had plenty of good American canned food.

A week later, we were once again compelled to walk from Bielsko to Nowy Sącz, Poland, a distance of
approximately 120 miles. At Nowy Sącz we were locked up and interrogated.

Eventually, our American friends rejoined us in Nowy Sącz This was roughly early February 1945.

The Story of the American and Allied Evaders Continues ... Szyk to Nowy Sącz

After the end-of-the-barrel encounter with the Ukranian soldier at their farm house in Szyk, the allied evaders at Szyk decided to try to contact the Russians
directly themselves. (Schöffer was the sole voice urging caution against immediate action.)

In the morning of January 21Spencer Felt sent the two navigators, Hansler (who spoke some German) and Tad Dejewski
(of Polish descent and fluent in Polish), out to search
for the Russian headquarters.(They probably broke all rules of escape dressing in civilian clothes - for which they could get shot!) The objective was to contact some Russians "administrators" in a local village
that were staying put; and not to get hooked up with the troops moving west.
When they were walking along a country road, two Russian soldiers came over a rise and after some routine questions let them go at first, but then stopped
them by shooting over their heads. They took them into custody at the end of clearly trigger-finger-ready rifles and marched them to a school house near Tymbark where they were brought before a Russian captain.

As a rule, Russian front line troops were certain to be drunk. This Russian captain was very drunk. His first and only impression was that Tad was a German. He proceeded to pour
have a glass of "friendship vodka, and said;
"Drink it, because after you have drank it, I'm going to take you out behind the barn and shoot you."
Tad proceeded to drink the vodka as slow as he could. Finally the captain took him out behind the barn,
and just as he was about to shoot Tad, a Russian colonel came into view and stopped the shooting. It was that close. Hansler and Dejewski would later say that this first encounter with the Russian captain
was the scariest portion of their whole ordeal - they thought they would be summarily executed without a thought.

The Russian colonel had them driven to Tymbark where they were interrogated. The colonel along with Dejewski went off in the colonel's staff car to pick up both American crews and
the other Allied evaders. Hansler was kept behind as a hostage.

After reacing the farm house where the rest of the Americans were staying, the colonel dined with them and eventually let his guide march them to Tymbark.

From then until February 1 the party of allied evaders moved on foot and by truck through the whole area in search of military headquarter authorities who could evacuate them.
However the headquarters, like the frontline, was moving fast and constantly changing. The travel saga unfolded as follows:

The next morning they had to walk again to reach the Russian headquarters in Gdow.

In Gdow, a Russian air force major interrogated them. A good meal was prepared for them consisting of tea and a hamburger, the first beef we'd had since leaving our base in Italy - except a little horse
meat once or twice that the partisans had served.

After dinner, the officer loaded them on a German truck and drove them eastward to Bochnia where they stayed for one night in a doctor's vacated apartment.

The next morning, on January 25, they were sent by the same truck to Wieliczka, the city standing on one of the largest and oldest salt mines in the world.
They stayed there two days and nights in two small apartments, waiting further orders about where to go.

At last, on January 27 in 14 deg F weather, they went in an open Model A Ford truck to Nowy Sacz

The next day on to Sabinov, north of Presov in Czechoslovakia. Once there they were outfitted in Russian clothing, but without socks. In place of socks the Russians gave each of them two squares of white cloth.
They had to learn how to fold these to make foot coverings without pinching their toes.

When they had finished, they went to Kapusany, east of Presov,

and the following day, January 30, because the Russians didn't know what to do with them -- this was not in their manual, they didn’t expect to find allied airmen on the
German – Russian front -- the men returned to Nowy Sacz, running across a Russian troop movement.

On February 1, General Alexander Novikov ordered that information be taken from the men and radioed Moscow for further action.

Allied Evaders Meet Up With Brooks, Duncan Scoffer in Nowy Sącz

As mentioned early, we eventually met up again with our American evader friends in Nowy Sączearly February 1945 time frame.

We were billeted for 2 to 3 weeks in a school house little apartment house that was in reasonable condition.

However things got tighter and tighter for us as "guests" of the Russians in Nowy Sącz. Our accommodation was an apartment with the bathroom facility across the street,
a slit trench behind some bushes. Once a week we could have a bath of sorts down the street. Our sleeping quarters were on the second floor and the dining room was on the first. The Russians
had a guard posted around the clock in the courtyard. The courtyard was in the back of the house and the dining room was facing the front.
We could jump out the first floor window and go into town if we were cautious. During this time we were all treated more or less as prisoners
and continued to receive very bad food, although the Russians themselves fared very well. We had one meal a day and everyday we had barley.

Some occurences remebered from our stay in Nowy Sącz include:

Almost immediately, on February 2Hansler had become ill. He had contracted pneumonia from exposure and malnutrition and was taken to a hospital in Nowy Sacz.

A Russian girl was assigned to light fires and ensure the allied soldiers were fed

A barber came every day to give the soldiers a shave.

The Russians let the men go once a week to a bathhouse where they could use a pan to scoop batches of hot and cold water to wet, soak and then wash themselves off. This though was a luxury for previously then
had gone 6 weeks without a bath of any sort.

At first they were free to move around and made some friends with the towns people. The Polish people invited them into their homes for dinner, where they were told stories and propaganda against the Russians.
The Poles were afraid of the Soviets and did everything they could to encourage American hatred of the of the Russians. In town they could buy 2 kilos of sugar in town for $5 US - which was a gift from heaven.

On February 10 a new Russian major was in charge of the men. He treated them very badly and ignored their requests for visit to church or to Hansler in the hospital and refused any
conversation with the crew. He told them they could not leave the premises because of the danger of German snipers. No one believed this, everyone suspected control. He ordered the nurses to give the
airmen medical inspections daily and wash the windows every other day. He wanted to show how hygienic Russians were.

Even while under heavy guard, they managed to sneak out and go to the town - Dejewski and Suhling met a baker who continually supplied them and their guards with bread.

On February 21, the crew members were allowed to visit Hansler because the hospital was moving to another location. This was the last time the companions saw the navigator, whose condition was
improving at the time.

Editor's Note:Richard Hansler's Eventual Evacuation Story:
Hansler remainded in various hospitals under Russian care. On March 14 he was taken back to headquarters a Nowy- Sacz. where he stayed for two days.
He was taken the alternatively by truck and tain, with good care en route, and arrived in Odessa on March 22. He stayed in a temporary camp until March 27 when he received the order to sign up for a sea trip.
He sailed to Odessa on the S.S. Circassia and arrived in Naples on April 2, 1945. Hansler was taken to the replacement center where he gave his statement.
He highlighted the pre-flight briefing advice to not attempt a landing behind the Russian lines had been wrong and needed to be reconsidered.
He also recommended bombardier 2nd Lt. Kroschewsky for a Silver Star for carrying on after having been wounded and shooting down a Me-109.

One day the Russians brought in Sgt. John W. Dyer (36194424) from Saginaw, Michigan a ball turret gunner of a B24 Liberator crew of 464 Bomber Group into our apartment.
Dyer had spent the war evading in Slovakia. Dejewski and Felt interrogated him to ensure that he was not a plant -- as the Russians
had tried with other so called evaders. Dyer was quickly OK'd.
Another day they brought in a pilot who said his name was "Davy Jones" and that he'd bailed out over "Breslau Germany" - a city 300km away.
Felt asked him where his home was in the States. He answered "Shamokin, Pennsylvania." Neither Felt nor Dejewski believed a word he was saying so either this guy had deep secrets to protect or this was a German
plant - although everyone found it difficult to believe that even the Germans would make up a story so implausible. Everyone just stayed away from "Jones".

The Russians told us that a General Novikoff wanted to talk to us in Presov, Czecho-Slovakia. They piled us all into a truck and headed south
through Krynica, on the Polish-Slovak border, infiltrated some German pockets and into Sabinov, Czecho-Slovakia, and on to Presov only to find out that the general was waiting for us in Nowy Sącz
where we just came from. After spending one night in Presov the following morning we got back into the truck and headed north back to Nowy Sacz. General Novikoff, through a Cossack Major interpreter,
asked the men if they needed anything. McCuttie mentioned he would like to go to church as it happened to be Ash Wednesday. The General
answered bruskly "in Russia.we don't believe in going to church". And that was that.

Image of April 23, 1945 British Summary Report Indicating Brooks, Duncan and Sambroski (aka Schöffer) had been captured by NKVD

I wanted to let London know exactly where we were and who was with me. Fortunately, Nowy Sącz
was in our operating area. One night I slipped out of the first floor window of the house we were confined to and headed for the home of
an A.K. partisan. I had him deliver a note to Borowy who radioed our message to Britain announcing that I, along with
18 Americans, three British and one Belgian, were being sent via Lwów (Polish) (Lviv in Ukrainian) and Kiev to Odessa.

I do not know whether my message to London was received and, if so, caused the immediate actions which followed.
However, shortly
afterwards we were fitted out with Russian uniforms, fur hats, boots and riding breeches, but no socks! In place of socks they again gave
each of us two squares of white cloth. We had to learn how to fold these to make foot coverings without pinching our toes.

On February 22, 1945 without warning, the entire party was given a bag of black bread, some preserved butter and sardines and they were told to
get in a truck and told they were going to move.
Some people in Nowy Sącz who heard that we were leaving came over with cigarettes and some foodstuffs to share with us. (We later heard that our Russian liberators had gotten word from Moscow or to send us east
to a town called Lviv.)

From Nowy Sącz to Lwów (Lvóv now Lviv)

The group of us went by truck to Lwów where we stayed a few days at one of the best hotels in town, the Hotel George.

Lwów (Lviv in Ukrainian) was a comparatively big city that
was originally a Russian town, then a Polish town, and finally a part of Poland that Russia took over.

At the Hotel George in Lvóv:

The officers had single rooms and the enlisted men had double rooms. The men slept on their first bed in many months - up till then they'd been sleeping on the floor. Each room had a bath tub - an unheard of luxury.

All the help was Polish, for Lvov was a former Polish city and only the head of the hotel was a Russian commissar and under him a Polish manager.

There was actually maid service with all the help in this hotel still Polish. For most of the time an 18 year old Polish girl by the name of Tania
was assigned to assist us, from making our meals even to scrubing our backs during our once a week baths. Years later the California Rocket boys still would recall
the first bath house experience when Tania burst uncontrollably into laughter when she realized that John's red hair extended to more areas of his body than his head!

We had a private dining room with a table that could seat about thirty people. There was plenty of room including the space for two Russian guards.
When the waiters came in to serve us, the first thing the men almost ordered was several bottles of the best vodka. We ensured that nothing
was too good for our dinner guests, the guards! As soon as the guards got drunk, we could take off to go into the city. Some of the men
came back with their fill of candy using money that they had secreted from their escape kits.

Right at the beginning a chambermaid warned the men of an English-speaking woman who worked for the Russians. This woman, posing as Polish, presented herself to them at a banquet and they soon surmised that she,
because of her good English, was a plant to understand any contact they might have had with the Polish partisans.

The banquet woman had brought in a Russian war correspondent and his wife to interview the airmen. This time the three of them tried to get information about Polish partisans, but failed because the airmen refused
to admit all knowledge of such matters.

After the banquet the hotel manager arranged a theatre party for the 'group, but unfortunately the performance had to be cancelled because the Allied men left the hall after some Russian generals had
requested their seats. (see below for full story)

They were supposed to leave town on February 24 but the drunken Russian captain failed to make transport arrangements, so instead' they departed one day later.

On the final day of our stay in Lwów the Russians took us to a theater to watch an Anti–American
play. The theater usher gave us center seats in the second and third row, the perfect seats. As fate would have it, I happened to get the center seat in
the second row.
In comes a high ranking Russian general demanding my seat. Not wanting to sit with a Russian General the men quietly whispered
not to give it up. An argument ensued between myself and the General which got a little heated finalized by all us getting up and walking out.
The management begged us to stay but we just left. Although both myself and Schöffer (who the Americans only knew as "Stanley
Staf") were fluent in both Polish and Russian all of our conversations now were exclusively in English as John and I were listed as
"bandits" by the communists.

The last day, before we left Lwów (Lviv in Ukrainian), we had breakfast in our private dining room and when we finished,
the commissar brought in the check. The guests of the government were now to be paying customers! He handed American Tad Dejewski
the check. Tad told the commissar that; "the bill shouldn't come to me rather it should go to Captain Staf (Schöffer)
as he is the ranking officer of this group". The Russian accepted this logic while "Stanley Staf" scribbled his name,
rank and serial number "1945" (sic). The bill was something like 645 rubles. On the exchange it was $5 dollars for each ruble.
This came out to be about $153 per person. At that time, inflation was rampant and the communists must of figured "let's stick it to
Americans". I’m sure that bill was never paid!

Russian Attrocities Uncovered While in Lvóv

On the serious side, I later reported to M.I. 9 the following items arising from conversations with Poles
whom I met in Lwów:

Source–girl belonging to the A.K., who I considered as reliable reports: 25,000 A.K. men have been deported to Siberia.

Every cellar in the town of Wilno and the town of Krosno and Grodno is being used for housing arrested Poles.

The entire Polish population of Lwów is under orders to move west of the CURSON LINE at short notice. The underground’s radio,
however, still operated.

I considered that the position of the Poles after the entry of the Russians was far worse than before.

In my area, the Red Army completely devastated the countryside, looting absolutely everything movable from the
houses, even including
furniture. Members of the educated classes were being arrested and information as to their fate after arrest was not available.

At the time of my departure, the A.K. had gone back into hiding and were determined not to reveal themselves to the Russians.

The Soviet and Polish communists viewed most of the Polish underground, which was loyal to the Polish
government–in–exile, as a force that had to be removed before they could gain complete control over Poland.
(I later
learned that future General Secretary of PZPR, Władysław Gomułka, was quoted as saying: "Soldiers of AK
are a hostile element which must be removed without mercy." Another prominent Polish communist, Roman Zambrowski, said that
the AK had to be "exterminated.")

In fact members of the AK were being rounded up, shot or deported to the East.

Lwów (Lviv) to Kiev to Odessa to Port Said to Cairo

On February 25 after breakfast, the Russians took us to the railroad station and put us on a train to Kiev and then on to
Odessa.

We were marched to the train and boarded cattle box cars, 35 men in each small car and 65 in each large one. The
Russians issued about 100 lbs of hard tack for each car.

(Hard tack is a simple type of cracker or biscuit, made from flour, water,
and sometimes salt. Inexpensive and long-lasting, it was and is used for sustenance in the absence of perishable foods. The name derives
from the British sailor slang for food, "tack". It is known pejoratively as "dog biscuits", "tooth dullers",
"sheet iron" or "molar breakers".)

In addition the Russians apportioned enough tea for about 3 meals, some salt pork (fat)
and some American porridge, but no utensils to cook it. This was supplemented by some bread and sausage. Each car contained a small stove
but very little fuel. As we were unable to eat the hard tack (it wouldn’t break up when pounded with rocks) we burnt it and it made excellent
fuel!

After a day and night ride in a third class coach, we arrived around midday in Kiev, a drab and desolate town. Here we did not see one building with a window intact.
We went through a big part of the city to a military barracks where we had a shave and haircut.

As a comment, our train was often put into sidings while trainload after trainload of "loot" went past heading east. The trains seemed to contain factory machinery, furniture machinery, furniture, sewing machines in fact anything!
In addition there were train cars with horses, and some packed with German male civilians (rumored to be any German between ages of 17 and 50). Quite the sight.

In the evening of the same day we left in a crowded train for Odessa. The men gave Spencer Felt a little birthday
party on the train on February 27, 1945. The Russians joined in with signing and dancing down the aisles with Russian style dancing.
Felt reported that this was one of the best birthdays ever!

This was a rare, almost unique case of Russian friendliness. Most POWs who had come into contact with the Russians looked on them as the crudest, drunken barbarians who devoured everything like locusts, who despised all other nationalities and who
frankly didn't see how the plight of those countries over-run by the Russians could be worse than it was under German occupation. This was particularly the case with Poland. Wholescale looting and rape was the norm.
The Polish countryside was being stripped of all food.

We arrived in Odessa early March 1945 where we were taken right away to be deloused, fed and finally quartered.

In Odessa, we all split up and were confined in repatriation camps according to nationality.
The camp for Commonwealth soldiers that I was at was known as Camp 9 under the command of a Major Croft. I was there for approximately two weeks before
shipping out to Port Said. Food and accommodation at Odessa were very bad. In this connection the News Chronicle
headlines of 22nd March saying: "FIRST PRISONERS HOME FROM ODESSA SAY RUSSIAN FOOD MARVELOUS".
This was doubtless said sarcastically.

As a direct result of my repatriation in Odessa, the following telegram was sent to my parents:

Although the authorities notified my parents on 5–March–1945, I was later to see
correspondence dated after this date that indicated that "..it is not definitely known whether W/O Brooks or the person
with whom he exchanged identity has arrived at Odessa….".
Perhaps the authorities were uncertain if this was the Kiwi Private Frederick Cole with whom I had exchanged identies with back in Stalag VIII B.
My parents just didn't know what to think.

After spending about seven days in Odessa the crew was told on March 6, 1945 to to sign up for a sea trip for Port Said, Egypt.
There were 3 ships designated to leave Odessa; the Moreton Bay, the Duchess of Bedford and the Highland Princess. I was to leave on the Moreton Bay.

Editor's Note:

The Russians had claimed they had no ships available to send Allied POW back across the Black Sea to Southern Europe. The Allied response to this explanation for lack of
action was swift - they immediately dispatched a mini-fleet of Allied troop and hospital ships to Odessa. A memo sent from 30 Military Mission, Moscow to Middle East Headquarters in February 1945
advised that:

Members of the armed forces and merchant seamen of the UK, Canada, and Australia were to be picked up by the “Duchess of Bedford” and taken to the UK.

Personnel of other Dominions, Colonies and India by the “Morton Bay” and “Highland Princess” to the Middle East.

Any surplus UK, Canadian or Australian personnel left after the “Duchess of Bedford” was full, were to be embarked on the “Morton Bay” for the Middle East before proceeding in convoy to the UK.

Americans may be included in any spare accommodation.

On 7th March ‘45 starting at 0900 hours we boarded an Australian troopship, the S.S. MORETON BAY, with
about 1,700 all ranks (500 British Commonwealth and 1,200 Americans) for Port Said. Embarkation was completed by 1200 hours, taking longer than expected as the Russians insisted on
checking off each man on their list.

Image of Official List Compiled at Odessa Repatriation Camp of some of RCAF airmen being repatriated- including Hubert Brooks who was listed as a POW from Camp 344 (formerly Stalag VIIIB)

Embarkation was then temporarily held up as the Russians suddenly produced 2 documents for the Allied authorities signature; the first specifying that a certain number of troops
had embarked and that there was no complaints against the Soviet Union, and the second declining to accept ten days provisions for all embarked. Once this blackmail was sorted out we embarked at 1300 hours.
Canadian Philip Anderson was appointed Messing Officer and was assisted by 4 NCOs –
one of which was Scotsman Sgt. W.S. McPhail who I became good friends with.

We sailed through the Bosporus, into the Sea of Marmura and through the Dardanelles,
down through the Aegean and Mediterranean Sea and into Port Said, Egypt on March 12.

We anchored at the north end of the Suez Canal. We were anchored just off shore and opposite The Great
Mosque.

We had reached Port Said on 12th March 1945, where we remained aboard ship until 15th
March when the R.A.F. personnel were taken off and sent to Cairo.

We remained in Cairo until 18th March and were housed on the outskirts of Cairo
at General Base Depot at RAF Almaza, No 22 P.T.C. (Primary Training Centre) under canvas.

Once in Cairo, I was almost immediately extracted and flown on to London.